Sandy Bennett - Jackie_s family lessons!

Rushes of pleasure tore through my body as his finger surreptitiously fucked me. My parents, my aunts, uncles, brother, cousins, everyone was close enough to hear the squelches of my pussy but they were talking too loudly. I felt my color change from red to white and back to scarlet and I just knew that my face was contorted in grimaces, but since no one noticed anything there was nothing to worry about. Dora provided me with another drink. Did she look at me funny? Her husband's finger was in me so deep that I thought my cunt would swallow his fist next. She smiled pleasantly and resumed her seat beside us. Uncle Eddie asked if I had an opinion of federal revenue sharing, and I said no, I didn't.

After a while of this I started to feel nauseous. The sexual tension clashed with the alcoholic relaxation, pulling me this way, then that, and I had to tell my uncle to pull out so I could go up and take a breather. He nodded, adjusted my clothing, and patted me on the ass when I was once more presentable. My departure wasn't noticed. The air in the room was thick with smoke, talk, and the clink of glasses. They were having a great time without me and I was glad of it. The quiet of my room was like a cool shower on a hot day for my ears. I stretched out on my bed and lay there until my mind had sorted itself out sufficiently to start thinking in straight lines again. It was only then that the riskiness of Al's behavior really hit me. If someone had seen him fingering me the party would have been over, the wedding would have been cancelled, and I would in all likelihood have been disowned! What madness! All for the sake of sex!

But it seemed worth it in retrospect. I smiled and stretched luxuriously as I recaptured the sensations his finger had produced in me, and my hands caressed that sensitive area to make it all more vivid. Yes, it had been worth it. My body still hummed from the event and I began to wonder what other tricks he had up his sleeve. Would he sneak into my bedroom late at night? Or attack me in the woods not far from the house? Uncle Al was likely to do anything.

In spite of this expectation I wasn't prepared for what he actually did. As I lay there, half dozing, half playing with myself, the door opened a crack and a whispered voice said: "Anybody home!"

"Uncle Al!" I sat upright and withdrew my hands from my lap. "You shouldn't be here! Come on, let's get back to the party, this is too dangerous!"

"Dangerous? What, an uncle chatting with his niece? Come now, Jackie, you're letting your imagination run away with you." He closed the door and sat on the side of the bed. "I just wanted to tell you that that was the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. To sit there in front of your father and everybody with my finger up your lovely little pussy… well, how can I express the feelings, it was just too grand. And you liked it too, right?" His hand was on my knee and moving on up. I made no attempt to push it away, figuring he would know when to stop. I told him it had been fun but that he shouldn't think anything of it, and he said he didn't. But his hand kept sliding along my thigh squeezing, progressing, heading right for my crotch, and the closer it came the wetter I got. It was downright embarrassing how much fluid oozed out of my pussy. By the time his hand reached the diamond of my panties it was soaking wet, and he smiled broadly. "You're a sexy piece of work," he said, his voice sounding a little breathless. "Frank is either going to be the luckiest or the unluckiest man on this planet. With women like you there is no middle ground."

"Thank you," I said.

"Jesus, feel how wet your panties are," he said, more to himself than me, "dripping wet, juicier than a Florida orange! What I wouldn't give for a bite of your pussy, my girl there's nothing I want more right now."

"You really shouldn't," I said, slightly taken aback by his frankness. There was still this lingering notion of him as an uncle, a man older than me who used to give me quarters a long time ago. And now his hand pressed urgently against the crotch of my panties, fingers manipulated the flimsy, sodden garment to get it out of the way, to stroke my naked hairy flesh and probe the depths of my labia, and all the while he stared me in the face and told me how he wanted to suck the last drop of juice out of my cunt, how he wanted to grease me up so his fist could fit in me and then his head and maybe his whole body, fantasizing vulgarly and agitating me beyond belief. A childhood memory came back to me, how I'd tried to stuff a doll up my pussy because I wanted to give birth to it. The very idea of Al fitting in me was enough to make me tremble with a violent lust.

"Then eat me!" I hissed suddenly. "Stop talking so much! Oh yes, take them off, they're only in the way! Now eat me like you said you would, take me!"

I drew my legs back as soon as he had taken off my panties, and stood on my feet to hoist my loins up into the air. Now my pussy was right in front of his face, dripping, wide open, and all he had to do was sink into it face first. He held back as long as either one of us could bear, caressing, titillating, breathing on it, but then he dove in with a vengeance and started to eat me with smacking lips. Burning currents of lust coursed through my veins. I was horny, obscene, possessed, feeding him my cunt as if there was a risk of him letting go. Al sat on the bed and grabbed hold of my ass to stretch my cheeks apart and open my cunt right up. Then his long, agile tongue snaked into my cunt and set off an orgasm that made me crash to the bed and writhe about helplessly for a few minutes, while he followed me about doggedly.

He was a fine mickey muncher. The fact that I was climaxing didn't stop him for a second. He ate, licked, sucked, and loved every part of my cunt over and over, and he soon began to include my asshole in his rounds. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, dipping, digging, licking, and soothing me inside and out. His fingers traced patterns along my inner thighs or penetrated a hole vacated by his busy tongue. And I had no defense against any of his stimulations. I rolled about, panted, moaned, told him how wonderful it was, and generally forgot all about the clan drinking down below us.

Veronica had to remind us. She burst in suddenly and said: "Quick, your mother is looking for you!" The door closed and for a split second Al and I looked at each other in alarm. Then, just as quickly, he pocketed my panties, pulled my dress over my legs, wiped his face with a handkerchief and straightened up the bed and his hair. My mother came into the room seconds after we had restored ourselves to uncle and niece. She looked suspicious all the same.

"What's the matter, dear, aren't you feeling well?" she asked with a sidelong glance at her brother.

"Not too great, no, but I was mainly relaxing for a bit," I said. "Uncle Al and I were just talking about old times, but I'll come down now if you want me to."

"I'd appreciate that. And could I have a word with you, Al?" When I left the room I heard my mother talk low and fast at her brother and I figured it probably had something to do with the truth of the matter. He had a reputation, after all. No one else was bothered by our absence. Dora pressed another drink into my hand and winked enigmatically. Veronica made a gesture of mopping her brow at me, and Tim gave me a surly look. It had been a close call, too close for my liking. Worse, my body had been switched on by an expert and nothing could turn it off. I sat in an easy chair and kept my dress pulled down as far as possible to disguise the fact that I had no panties on, but my naked cunt chafed against the rough upholstery and that was all I needed to stay at boiling point.

Everything but my bodily needs was irrelevant. I couldn't join in the conversation because my cunt was on fire. My thoughts circled around sex and naturally turned to the experiences of the past few days, reliving them all in Technicolor and stereo, which only served to excite me even more. My naked ass on the chair, the chance that someone might look up my dress and notice my furry beaver peering back at him, the presence of so many men, so many cocks, in the one room, and Al's lingering glances, they all threw coals on the fire. I didn't know which way to turn, and finally I excused myself to go to the bathroom.